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my wolves.

my wolves.

i run with wolves, warriors with softly resilient hearts i hold hands with heroes, my hesitant fingers bound in theirs because they give me the strength to rise above the fire to run among the pines to break glass ceilings  they teach me how to be patient they show me...
she sees your truth.

she sees your truth.

she belongs with the wolves of winter, a pack of restless souls bound in spirit, their gypsy hearts beating in sync with the rise and fall of a mystic moon they are truth and purity housed behind a stubborn love and piercing eyes they are the wildflower warriors, all...